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Chapter 130 The Lie Beneath the Silence

Author: Royal Jay
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-20 23:28:17

—Sophia’s POV

The night didn’t bring sleep.

Not for me. Not anymore. Not with so many truths pacing inside my head, teeth bared.

Ethan lay in silence on the other side of the cabin—not asleep, just still. His kind of quiet was never restful. It was restraint. A barrier built from too many losses and too little time to grieve them.

He thought silence could protect us.

Maybe it could.

But not from the truth.

I sat on the edge of the bed, brushing a hand through Noah’s hair—soft, tangled, warm with sleep.

He didn’t stir, except once, when he mumbled something about a white room, and gripped my wrist like it was the only thing holding him here.

I didn’t let go.

I didn’t tell Ethan, but something in me had already chosen.

He was ours.

Maybe not by law.

Maybe not by name.

But by something older. Wilder. More honest.

Something like blood.

I found Ethan at dawn.

He was standing on the porch again. Smoking a cigarette he never lit. Just holding it like a habit, like a tether.

The wind clawed
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